Chapter 286: Life Is Unfair—So I

Faced with Wu Wang’s vaguely abstract logical question.

The failed fortune-teller Yuan Dishan was clearly unable to cope.

After a moment of thought.

Unusual purple qi began to rise within the crystal ball.

He chose to avoid the topic.

He directly began the fortune-telling for Wu Wang.

“Esteemed guest, I see in you…”

“Huh? What’s this?”

Just as Yuan Dishan intended to peer into the page boy’s past as he had before,

Shi Yi smiled helplessly; seeing her exhaustion, Shen Wan ordered Hua Zhi and Xue Ling to return to their rooms, gave a few more instructions, and then went back to her quarters.

As the current chancellor, how could he not know these rumors and events? He had long been fully aware of the relationship between Li Muyun and Chen Xuanxi, yet he refused to alter his own plans, stubbornly sending her into the palace to be selected as a concubine.

The thunder and lightning in the sky grew fiercer, yet the Mingdi felt no fear whatsoever. To steal the qi and fortune of heaven and earth, to deceive heaven and cross the sea… in such a short time, the celestial deities above could not possibly send another projection to strike him.

Wu Jing sensed his unusual gaze, and a wave of unease rippled through her heart, surging outward like ocean waves.

“Uh… Haihai … this check is for you to build an orphanage.” Hearing Mu Dongxue’s sarcastic tone, Yang Yang felt like a guilty thief; he hastily cleared his throat twice, pulled out Han Zhiwei’s check, and moved to hand it to Mu Dongxue.

The sudden voice drew the gaze of everyone in the arena—including the gravely wounded Mo Yu and Sheng Tian—to the speaker.

“If you don’t want to wait, we can leave right now,” Yun Fei said with a full smile.

“Let me pass. I believe she won’t hurt me again.” Just now, she had seen the regret in Han Miaomiao’s eyes and was certain she would not repeat her mistake.

Even if the city lord intended to choose a husband for her, with Zuo Yi, Mo Haotian, and several others—each unmatched in status, power, and appearance—their chances were negligible.

Su Lingfeng stuck the torch into the ground, pulled the stopper from the water skin, and reached out to grab Lin Anzhi.

Long Feng and the other Long family disciples, upon seeing the three rare spiritual items gifted by Jin Wu and the others, lost their resentment toward Long Teng for severing Long Tao’s bloodline.

“I… uh… didn’t we meet when we came? I’m here to…” I decided I’d definitely ask them their names later—this kind of greeting felt too awkward.

Ke Jingteng, also known as Chen Xueliang, leapt sideways, flipping out from behind the iron gate, running while holding his phone and extending it in all directions, searching for a signal.

“Huuuuu～～～～” Ai let out a long breath. Now, she didn’t even know what mood she was in as she entered here.

Wan Miao stared at the car carrying Xiao Qiliang as it drove away, and a cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. He picked up a cloth from the windowsill, walked to the desk, bent down, and scrubbed furiously at the chair Xiao Qiliang had sat in, as if trying to wipe away some filth.

Who could have imagined that within the Long clan’s forbidden zone there would be five cultivators above the Tianyu realm? Perhaps not just the Long clan—other super races might also harbor four or five cultivators above the Tianyu realm.

A battle erupted between Wu Shen-tier experts; Jue Chen fought three at once, engaging in fierce combat. The violent clashes rang with deafening thunder, and destructive power spread outward, mercilessly ravaging space.

As for which song to sing first, Ye Hao would choose, since she remembered every melody clearly.

No sooner had Luo Hou spoken than two black-robed cultivators, both at the Mid-Stage of the Nine Heavens Xuan Xian realm, appeared out of thin air in the hall. The moment they appeared, they knelt instantly, trembling as they stared at Luo Hou seated before them.

“What do you mean?” Ji Mo remained unshaken, gazing at the Lei clan’s Saint—was this an attempt to intimidate him?